November 29

November 29: Greensleeves.
There’s one thing that never fails to cheer me up: my little guy and his peach-fuzz curls. (Even as scraggly as they are now, after I took the kitchen shears to them in an act of motherly sacrifice … I didn’t want to cut them, but they were reaching mullet proportions.) Add in some warm, fuzzy pants and a green winter onesie that all three of my children have worn? And I’m a teary, happy, blessed mess who will give my children anything they want. Even thirds on desserts.